melancholy moon -
the moon stopped by my room tonight
to peek and paint me with its pastel light
and though there's much its glow can do
it always whispers in my ear ... of YOU
of countless times we swam its beams
while making love and spinning dreams
but this eve brought sorrow I can't dismiss
I've finally forgotten the taste ...
of your kiss.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Early August Premiere" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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